waves of red.
a stoic appearance.
hardened by years of cynicism.
critical, analytical education.
songs that once held much pride.
falling on iron curtains?
no.
like a worm, creeping through the little seepages.
into, and behind that barricade.
worming into the hearts.
and in return, the blood was given its freedom.
gushing out, such a sense of euphoria?
all was happy.
the crowd went party.
sitting, with the many others who resisted the crack.
staring on, a sense of admiration for what was innately wanted, but afraid?
perhaps. nation and education did not fail.
rather, buried, deep within, a forgotten and perceived immunity?
we believed not, but we were obviously oblivious to ourselves.
subtly a concept lay.
for an energetically feasible reaction may not be kinetically feasible one.
perhaps then, there was reasonable activation energy to do work against.
quietly sitting, a smile, hidden, yet obvious.
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